The Prison of Your Eyes
strumming the strings in the chamber of my chest
searching for my soul beneath ashes without rest
such muffling darkness buries me
grueling sands grate my skin—grinding to the ground
amidst this gloom, in the sky—clouds part the murky sea
and breaks the screeching silence
lights the abyss that longs for substance
caressing its brilliance
pries my soul open, eyes once wide shut
leading to one trodden trail
blinded by the sight of a heavenly body
eternal beauty she graces upon my spirit
mere words do not do justice to the joy she brings
immersed in the bubbling, bubbling, bubbling pot where her cheer simmers
little does this unworthy world know that a goddess lives among fools
yelling a quiet riot, her gorgeous smile spans from cheek to cheek
her gaze claims my heart hostage into the depths of her eyes
a prison from which I wish not to escape
my shackles of loneliness—thwarted
I am hers for:
she is mesmerizing
she is magnificent
she is mystifying
she is mine